Shaak Ti's Hobbies [NSFW]

Part I
>Be Shaak Ti.
>Your time overseeing the production of clones on Kamino had been boring to say the least.
>The sterile cloning facilities offered little in terms of entertainment other than sitting and watching the never ending rain.
>That is, until you started toying with the troops.
>Not that it had been your idea.
>No, the idea first entered your head six months ago, while meeting with the rest of the Council on Coruscant.
>Partway through the session, you felt someone squeeze your breasts with the Force.
>The constant kneading had made it difficult to focus on the day's discussion.
>Writing it off as some sort of a joke by one of the other masters, you attempted to ignore the feeling as the session continued.
>Eventually, their focus drifted lower.
>Blood rushed to your face, making it an even darker shade of red than usual.
>Who ever it was, they were quite good at their craft.
>You began to shift nervously in your seat, hoping that no one would notice your increasing excitement.
>Your defiler's actions were taking their toll on you.
>You began to feel an increasing wetness between your legs, as a phantom hand continued rubbing your most sensitive parts.
>As an invisible finger slid itself into you, a muffled moan escaped you lips, drawing a look from Master Secura.
>Trying to play it off by nodding seemed to satisfy her, as she quickly returned her attention to the discussion at hand.
>You began to quiver slightly has the finger began to withdraw itself and slowly push back in.
>Glancing down, you noticed that your thick robes seemed to be doing a good job of concealing your ever increasing wetness.
>Just as you were beginning to think that it couldn't get worse, the invisible hand began to work your clit between two fingers.
>You just managed to suppress a surprised yelp before it alerted the entire room to your plight.
>By this time, you had been reduced to little more than a quivering wreck, the Council's discussion all but forgotten.
>Just as the session ended, a wave of pleasure washed over you, leaving you panting in your seat as the other masters exited the chamber.
>You had never been able to figure out who had fondled you that day.
>You do seem to remember Master Kenobi glancing at you quite often, with a rather pleased look on his face, so you had your suspicions.
>Not that it really mattered.
>The experience had given you ideas.
>It started out innocent enough, a quick squeeze to Master Secura's breast here, a good fondling of a cute knight's junk there.
>But steadily, you craved more.
>Kamino had proven to be the perfect opportunity for you to get what you wanted.
>The hallways were constantly filled with youthful clones.
>You mostly teased them, having only fully partaken in them a few times.
>They were rather difficult to bed, with their constant fear of punishment for improper behavior toward a commanding officer.
>Even mind tricks couldn't work around that.
>But no matter, they still proved to be entertaining targets for your invisible harassment.
>Some more so than others.

Part II
>Be Shaak Ti.
>You were observing yet another live fire exercise.
>The squad mostly seemed to be doing well.
>Until you decided to have your fun.
>But who to pick on today?
>Cowboy, with his Z-6 rotary blaster, would see little degradation in his performance if you chose to make him the target of your harassment.
>Joker, as the squad's grenadier, may make a bad toss or two, but with the number of droid-poppers he carried, he would quickly make up for any mistakes.
>The squad's two riflemen, with only DC-15S carbines, brought nothing to the table that the other clones couldn't make up for.
>Snowball, however, as the squad's marksman, would be a rather juicy target.
>The slightest distraction could throw off his aim, potentially jeopardizing the entire squad's success.
>It proved to be far too tempting for you.
>As he was lining up a shot, you focused on his manhood, and gave a very slight, but noticeable, squeeze through the Force.
>He missed, although by much less than you expected, the bolt of plasma burning though the air just above the head of its intended target.
>You would have to try harder.
>You gave his shaft a slight rub through the Force.
>Amazingly, the commando droid he was shooting at fell, a hole left glowing in its faceplate where Snowball had struck it.
>As did three more, despite your best efforts.
>Snowball was easily the best shot in his batch, scoring well above any of the other troopers that had been decanted with him, so it wasn't entirely surprising that he was handling your attention so well.
>That's when you noticed the rest of the squad begin to falter.
>You continued your work on Snowball, but shifted your focus to the actual battle playing out.
>The droids were closing the gap, the clones' offensive having lost its momentum, with the clones executing a frantic defense of the rather exposed positions they occupied.
>The two riflemen were hit, further exacerbating the clones' desperate situation.
>Cowboy couldn't lay down suppressive fire fast enough to keep the advancing droids at bay.
>That's when you discovered the root of the issue.
>Joker's grenade placement was abysmal.
>You had seen this same situation play out three times before.
>Oddly, in the 37 other exercises, none of which you had attended, his performance had been marked as above average.
>High enough in fact, to warrant attention from the Kaminoans as an ARC trooper candidate.
>Before you knew it, Snowball had been flanked and incapacitated.
>You noticed Joker glance up at you, just before he caught a training bolt to the back of the head while he was distracted.
>Cowboy had held out the longest, taking out another 10 droids before they finally overwhelmed him.
>As the remaining droids were deactivated, you made your way onto the field.
>Snowball shuddered slightly as you approached.
>You knew exactly what you had just done.
>He would be cleaning his bodysuit tonight.
>Despite being "dead," you hadn't let up on him for a moment.
>He was visibly glaring at you through his clear visored training helmet.
>"CT-4588."
"Yes, General?"
>Snowball's voice contained nothing but contempt.
>Some of the more naive troopers chalked up the strange pressures felt on their crotches to be their armor pinching at inopportune times.
>Most, however, like Snowball, had no illusions about the situation.
>Most were not fond of being your plaything.
>"Excellent shooting out there.  Keep up that performance and you will find yourself in a scout unit."
"Thank you, ma'am."
>"CT-7351, your performance in these exercises is typically exemplary.  And yet it seems that every time I show up to one of them, you cost your squad the mission."
"Sorry, General."
>Something was off about him.
>His voice was obviously filled with shame, but typically troopers would maintain eye contact.
>He was completely avoiding it, however.
>And his glance at you earlier?
>Oh this was fantastic.
>You had found your new target.
>"Do you have a problem working with Jedi?"
"N-NO MA'AM"
>His shouted answer was rather telling.
>"Then why is it that when ever I am around, your performance absolutely tanks?"
"Ma'am I-I, its just that, I mean-"
>You had him right where you wanted him.
>"Meet me at my quarters at 1900, CT-7351.  We will finish this conversation then."
>The eyes of the clones widened at your request, as if you had just ordered Joker into a nexu den.
>Not that it was an entirely inaccurate comparison.
>You turned to look back at Snowball.
>"Now go clean yourselves up."
>Walking back to your quarters, your mind was racing.
>You would have to plan your next move carefully if you wanted to secure your quarry.
>With three hours before he would arrive, you had plenty of time to meditate on your plan.
>Arriving at your room, the same one that had housed the bounty hunter Jango Fett years before, you quickly stripped down, putting on only the cloak that most Jedi wore over their robes.
>You had made a bit of habit meditating like this, something about the nudity felt liberating.
>Skywalker's Padawan's choice of such minimal coverage was beginning to make sense to you.
>You had even heard that she had been popular among the clones.  Perhaps you would one day take a page from her book and change your own outfit to something a bit more revealing than your long, flowing robes.
>Kneeling in front of your window, you faced the never ending rainstorm going on just outside.
>Now how were you going to pull this off?
>You had to make HIM want it, that you were sure of.
>Not that he didn't already, you just had to turn his infatuation into uncontrollable need.
>Simply appealing to his desire wouldn't do it.  Clones knew how to suppress their own wants almost as well as Jedi did.
>No, you would have to appeal to his sense of duty, both to the Republic and to his brothers.
>Before you knew it, you sensed him enter into your quarters.
>Reaching out with the Force, you silently locked the door behind him.
>"Have you thought of an answer to my question, Joker?"
"Y-yes General."
>Despite the pleasant surprise that his voice projected at the use of his name, in the Force, you could tell that he was filled with emotional confusion.
>"Do you care to give it to me?"
"Er, yes, certainly.  As you know General, there aren't exactly many women here that don't have a neck longer than my arm, or look even somewhat appealing for that matter, and, I guess, I mean, er, what I mean to say is, General, I er..."
>His forwardness was rather surprising.  Despite your constant harassment of them, you had caught many clones eyeing you up, although none to the extent that Joker had.
>"What you mean to say is that you find me to be a distraction."
"Er, yes ma'am."
>"You realize that if something like that happens in the field, you are going to cost your brothers their lives."
"Yes ma'am."
>Standing, you turned to him, your nudity obvious through the open front of your cloak.
>The color drained from his face.
"S-should I come back at another t-time General?"
>"No, we need to get to the bottom of this.  Now what are we going to do about this?"
>As you began to walk towards him, he pressed himself against the door, trying to put as much distance between you and himself as possible.
"I-I'm not sure General.  I'm sure that its just a phase.  I-I'll get over it."
>A fearful look was in his eye.  A torrent of confusion an arousal poured from him.
>You pressed yourself against him, and cupped his crotch with one hand through his fatigues.  Your lekku brushed against his cheek.
>"We can either get this out of your system the easy way, or the hard way.  And I doubt you want to be recycled for another stint of training."
"I-I'm not sure what you mean General."
>His arousal was becoming quite obvious in your grip.
>"You know exactly what I'm getting at.  My duty here is to oversee the production of clones and insure that it goes smoothly.  Your condition does not qualify as 'smooth.'"
"I-I don't know what you want me to do General."
>You let your cloak drop to the floor, fully exposing yourself to him, and began to drag him towards the bed.
>"What ever comes naturally."
>You sat him on the bed, and removed his pants.
"Is that permission General?"
>Glaring up at him, you took his head into your mouth.
>He shuddered slightly as you began to roll your tongue around it.
>After working up and down his shaft for a few seconds, he finally seemed to get the picture, as he placed his hands on your montrals and began to guide your movements.
>Before long, you had managed to work his entire length into your mouth.
>Unexpectedly, he forced your head down to the bottom of his shaft and held it there.
>You decided to take the chance to try something new.
>Opening your mouth as wide as it would allow, you stuck your tongue out and ran it across his balls.
>This only encouraged him, as he pressed your head down with increased force.
>Your lungs began to burn.
>Despite your best efforts to pull yourself off of him, Joker held you down, your montrals giving him all the leverage he needed to do so.
>Just as you thought you were about to pass out, he pulled you off.
>You coughed before greedily gulping in air as his rod left your mouth.
>Despite Joker's previous hesitation, it was becoming obvious that he wanted to take the lead.
>You laid down on the bed beside him.
>"Your move trooper."
>Skipping any sort of build up, he roughly grabbed one of your breasts before sliding himself into you.
>What the clones lacked in finesse, they typically made up for in stamina, and certainly in size.
>He began to knead your breasts as he thrust into you repeatedly.
>Before long, you found yourself moaning as you gripped the sheets of the bed below you.
>Joker could be heard periodically grunting, obviously enjoying himself as much as you were.
>A tingling pleasure was steadily building in your loins.
>This trooper was good.
>None of them had been this rough with you before, but it was absolutely driving you wild.
>For that matter, none had taken the lead before, with you usually having to do most, if not all, the work.
>Feeling like you were at his mercy was playing havoc on you, as the pleasure continued to build within you.
>A dam within you broke as you reached your climax, pleasure washing over you.
>Your whole body tingled, from your toes to the tips of your lekku and montrals.
>Your inner walls attempted to milk him as he continued forcefully thrusting into you.
>He got off of you as your orgasm subsided.
>He pulled you off of the bed and over to the window.
>Anyone outside would be able to get a clear picture of what you were doing.
>Not that you cared.  At this point, you would have been willing to continue this in the middle of the war room if he had wanted.
>Pinning your body against the glass, he slid into you from behind.
>This was entirely new to you.
>Joker's lack of gentleness, as well as his assertiveness was leaving your mind in an absolute scramble as you tried to make sense of what you were doing.
>Pulling his body off of your back, he took hold of your left and right lekku.
>He began to use them like reigns, pulling you into each of his thrusts.
>Anyone in the hallway could surely hear the cacophony of moans and grunts coming from the two of you.
>Mainly you.
>On a particularly wild reciprocation of his hips, you felt him briefly pull himself completely out of you before quickly reinserting himself without skipping a beat.
>Your eyes went wide in pain as a loud wail escaped your lips.
>It wasn't the same hole.
>As much as it hurt, you couldn't find it in yourself to make him stop.
>You weren't even sure if he would have stopped.
>Did he even notice?
>With the ample lubrication that your pussy had coated him with, his cock had slid into your ass with relative ease.
>At least that was making it a little easier for you.
>You found yourself biting your lower lip as the pain slowly began to give way to pleasure.
>Joker hadn't let up at all, and his thrusts had in fact become more forceful, as did each tug on your lekku.
>Your head was once again sent into a spiral as you felt his tongue slide across your rear lekku.
>For a clone, he sure did seem to know exactly what buttons to push on a togruta.
>Your legs were becoming weak.
>At this point, the only thing keeping you upright was being wedged between the window and Joker.
>You felt him let go of your right lekku, and reach his hand around.
>Two of his fingers slid into you.
>You felt another climax building within you.
>Letting go of your other lekku, he reached his hand around and returned his attention to your breast.
>He took one of your white nipples between his fingers and slightly twisted it back and forth.
>The fingers he had buried within you were not idle either.
>He moved them in and out, occasionally pulling them to one side or the other.
>You had reached your limit.
>Another wave of euphoria crashed over you as you once again climaxed.
>You clinched around his fingers, your body once again attempting to coax Joker's seed from him.
>His cock twitched slightly in your ass.
>It was quickly followed by a warm feeling.
>As he pulled out, you could feel several hot ropes of his seed fly onto your back, adding another group of white stripes to your body.
>As he removed his hands from you, your exhausted form collapsed onto the floor.
>You lay there panting on the floor, attempting to gather the strength to get up as Joker quickly dressed himself behind you.
>You couldn't find it in yourself to stand, and instead closed your eyes.
>As Joker exited the room, you heard the sound of a large group of clones cheering when he entered the hallway.
>Sleep overtook you shortly after.
>The next morning, you shakily stood up and tried to gather your clothes.
>They were almost all there, but your panties were oddly absent.
>Joker had stolen them.
>That's when you finally connected the dots.
>His poor performance in the exercises had been a hoax.
>No clone ever allowed any outside distraction to influence their performance in the simulations, particularly since that meant risking getting the whole squad recycled.
>His reluctance at the beginning had been a ruse too.
>In hindsight, his forwardness should have given that away.
>And there had been a group of clones outside your door.
>Joker had planned the whole thing.
>You thought last night had been on your terms.
>You thought that you had him right where you wanted him.
>In reality, he had played you like a kloo horn.
>It had all been a plan to get back at you for your constant harassment of him and his brothers.
>Finding your comlink, you called the bounty hunter in charge of training the clones.
>"Bric"
"Yes Gerneral Ti?"
>The siniteen male sounded disgruntled as usual.
>"I want CT-7351 accepted into the ARC Trooper program."
>You quickly cut off the call before he could inquire as to why.
>If Joker intended for his actions to discourage you, he was dead wrong.